My Sorrow

My sadness has no hour,
Has no space, reason, size, time...
She is always intense.
She imperceptible arrives and conquest all that has in me.

My sorrow, ah, is an incurable disease
But that also doesn't take to the grave immediately.
Will consuming... Taking you all.. Even the smallest pleasures.

Then is noticeable, for all
Many questions, few know, no one understands.

Nobody knows what is going on here, and nobody needs to know
Because, knowing, will not help me at nothing...

And so I'm gonna following.

Author: Dan Oak